Feathers Of A Bird

Chapter : Fourteen (Part Two)

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I saw Ryan laying dead on the floor. For one-third of a moment, I actually assumed that something happened to him.

"Ryan?"
I called again. This time, with a less-freaked-out tone.

He didn't reply this time again. And that's when I realised he was asleep, on the floor.

I let myself into his room and gently dropped myself onto the floor beside him; beside his legs.

I glimpsed his chest getting high and low as he inhaled and exhale deeply with his right hand on his chest; and left hand onto the ground holding something with a half grip. It was a piece of crumpled paper. For some reason, I felt an urge to take it out from his grip and read what was written! But I definitely didn't do that, I knew it would mean entering my blunt nose into his private life WHICH I did not want to do.

It was a February evening, the weather was cold and so was the floor even if it was covered by a carpet. And if he slept on the floor for a long time WITHOUT a blanket, he was going to catch a cold.

I debated with myself over whether to wake him or not. Seeing him rest so peacefully, a part of my heart didn't want to wake him up.
But also seeing him sleeping on the chilly floor, my mind told me to wake him up and tell him to go to the bed.

I listened to the mind.

I crawled my body towards his hands and softly touched his left arm.
The first thought that came to my mind after touching his arm was a question. Would I ever touch him if he was awake?

I shook my head to shake away all the thoughts. And called as softly as I could,
"Ryan? Hey, wake up!"

No movement. I called again.
He made some vague noise this time and cringed his face and body a little bit.
I called him by his name again. He turned his face towards me with his eyes closed still. And faintly said,
"Mmm?"

Which was too adorable that it definitely made me blush again.

"Get up and go sleep on the bed!"

Ryan's structured eyebrows all of a sudden raised. He vaguely mumbled,
"Mom you sound young."

A burst of laughter almost forced its way out of me. But I controlled it. I controlled my laughter and said,
"That's because you're dreaming. Now keep dreaming but get up and sleep on the bed."

It was surprising to me that, Ryan didn't open his eyes. He pulled his body upholding something invisible and WITH his eyes still being closed, he threw himself onto the soft bed. As he crawled his body to the right spot of the bed, I got up. I put the blanket over his body when he finally stabled.

He smiled.
"Thank you."

And you can guess what happened after that.

Yes, I blushed. Seeing him smile, everyone would blush.

And what's funny was, he still didn't open his eyes. I wondered why, as I sat beside him.

Maybe because when we open our eyes, the sleepy vibe goes away?
And when we still feel like sleeping, and the sleepy vibe goes away, it feels terrible. I thought in my head, "Maybe that's why! Cute!"

I smiled.

He fell back asleep. I sat there beside him for a minute, then stood up and went back downstairs.

"What was the Koala doing?"
Arla asked as I came down to the living room.

I grinned,
"Dunno. He was just sleeping."
I said as I sat where I was sitting.
"On the floor."